"Are you feeling uneasy?"
"No... Haha... Not at all!"
"Then why are you fidgeting around while sitting there?"
"...There's a wooden splinter on the chair, it stuck me."
"Why aren't you fidgeting anymore?"
"I snapped off the splinter." Nicholas replied dryly and couldn't help but wiggle again, while stretching his arms and legs in a lazy posture, indicating that he was very relaxed and natural at the moment.
At the same time, to turn passive into active, he naturally surveyed the classroom situation—most students had left, making the classroom appear a bit empty. Except for a few witches surrounding Atlas at the podium, there were only Liu Fei Fei and Nicholas whispering intimately in another corner of the classroom.
Seeing those two, Nicholas's gaze seemed to be stung, immediately retracting his eyes to focus on the maple desk in front of him, his mind quickly pondering the reason why the witch sought him.
Fortunately, Jiang Yu did not let him wait long.
